AUTHOR'S CORNER;

YOU CAN'T RUN!

They say women hold the future in the palms of their hands; with the souls of men in one and the hearts of children in the other. Holding tightly to their essence, they forever have ultimate power. They say women are the nannies, the matrons, the teachers of humanity; nurturing or corrupting the world how they see fit. And always forever holding men ransom to their needs and hostage to their desires.  The power in our fingertips far exceeds any weaponry that man can invent, far outweighs any price that man can put on an object.  For they hold them and their children in their web of love; and just like a spider, they can choose to devour them at any time. And they can't run from who they are. 

They say men run with the wind and break through the barriers of time; conquering land and looting, taking chattel and raping the world.  they say men understand nothing but their burning desires, comprehend no more than what their needs dictate, see no farther than what their greed thirsts for; forever victims of their own wrath and greedy disposition.  And they need the steady hand of good women to calm them, the gentle voice to soothe them and the resourceful eye to make them a home.  Good women to draw them into their bosoms and rest their weary heads for a while.  To wipe away their doubts and feed the emptiness in their souls.  And they can't run from who they are.

They say children are but gifts, they are given on loan; to nurture, to love, but never to own.  They are gifted to us for a moment in time, to help us lest we forget when we too had hope and innocence.  They say the laughter of children raise up a thousand sleeping souls and blow life into the world. They say they are as innocent as angels and as corruptible as demons and as fragile as flowers and as strong and compelling a presence as ever there was. They say children are the gifts of life.  And you can't run from what they are. 

They say no matter how fast or how long you run, you can never run from yourself. You will never outrun what you are, for it will only run up ahead of you.  It is like a wild dog, taking chase, stopping dead in front of your face.  But it will always be there, looking you straight in the eyes.  Might as well stop running. 

They say one can grow old trying to find the fountain of youth before death beckons anyway.  And when all is done and said, where else should we go but back over that bridge were once we came?  They say death comes to all of us, no matter how long we hold on, no matter how much we wish it, for earth is just a meadow we pass, we tally and enjoy, but only for a while.  

They say life is but a passing moment; a fleeting flicker in time.  A flash in the universe, forever consumed and lost in the cosmos. The only thing that sustains life is the memories we hold, forever floating through time and space, like the light of a dead star. 

And you can't run, you can't run from yourself, because no matter how far you go, or how long you run for, you will never be able to run from yourself; it will only run up ahead of you!  And you can spend your life running and your youth searching for the fountain of youth and your last breath trying not to die!  But you can't run, no, you can't outrun yourself, it will only run up ahead of you!  Might as well stop running.